Today my 10-Minute play was due for my Creative Writing class. I wrote it last night from midnight until about 4am, and then fixed it this morning. Was it good? Meh, I have a ton to revise, but I had the class laughing and that was my goal. My original version didn't have enough "sex" in it, according to the prof. So I scrapped it, changed the plot, brought in a female character, and brought in the sex factor.......sex meaning anything from romance, to lingering touches, to kissing, to literally sex. The play is basically about this dude who stole an elephant mascot from his girlfriend's high school and he's trying to get away from the fuzz. So there's lots of running around and changing into the elephant costume and then changing out again. The class was saying that there needed to be more romantic interaction while the guy and girl are chaning in and out of the costume......and the prof., being so obsessed about sex, felt he needed to put his two cents in and said "oh yea, and then there would be some elephant juice on the costume."....................................................WHAT??!?!?!?!? Ewwwww. Where did that comment from????! The class was torn between rolling on the ground laughing and rolling on the ground puking.........it was awesome/disturbing.